User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-25220117-20131006154329/@comment-25220117-20140722174847

Harchet, noting the approaching ferret, takes a menacing step forward, his lips peeling back in a warning snarl. "Ge' back, taverntripe- Y' don' 'arve t' die t'day..."